mi vieja máquina de escribir # 15-15
mi vieja máquina de escribir
my old typewriter
ya no se acuerda cuánto tecleamos
un verso esas noches del exilio.
no longer remembers how long we type
a verse those nights of exile.
donde el tecleo era un espejo empañado de dolor y de bruma
where the click was a fogged mirror of pain and haze.
Extraordinarily touching. With an intense line of pain through it.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much Susan.
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